Ghost had been sent on a mission, infiltrating an illegal underground club. They had intel that the club was ran by a man they’d been trying to capture.

The place made him sick as he navigated his way around, trying to stay on the low. His eyes darted around the building on high alert, but had no sight of the man.

He sat down at the bar, looking towards the young girls that were drinking. He shook his head at the sight.

He had already talked to a few people, trying to learn anything about the man who owned the place, but they gave nothing. After a while, he decided he’d have a shot with a dancer, maybe he could get them to tell him something.

The club offered private dances for a few bucks. He swallowed back the sickness swirling in his chest and paid for a dance. He was escorted to a back room and sat down, waiting for a dancer.

His eyes widen momentarily as you enter the room, wearing barely anything. He cleared his throat, staring up at you from the chair he sat in.

“Hello.” He grumbled hesitantly, trying to decide the best course of action to get information without exposing himself. He felt sick once again.